A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Fiction; inner thoughts of Elisha True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“If living sympathy be theirs And leaves and airs, The piping breeze and dancing tree Are all alive and glad as we:… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Careless of books, yet having felt the power Of Nature, by the gentle agency Of natural objects, led me on to feel… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee! . . . . . . Thy soul was… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
For mightier far Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway Of magic potent over sun and star, Is love, though… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Life is divided into three terms-that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine A being breathing thoughtful breath A traveler betwixt life… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride. — William Wordsworth Copy Share
The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our… — William Wordsworth Copy Share
“Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good.” — William Wordsworth Copy Share
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire… — William Wordsworth Copy Share
“Where are your books? - that light bequeathed To beings else forlorn and blind! Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed From dead men… — William Wordsworth Copy Share
Knowledge and increase of enduring joy From the great Nature that exists in works Of mighty Poets. — William Wordsworth Copy Share
The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears. — William Wordsworth Copy Share
“She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament: Her eyes… — William Wordsworth Copy Share
“If the time should ever come when what is now called science, thus familiarised to men, shall be ready to put on, as it… — William Wordsworth Copy Share
I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose… — William Wordsworth Copy Share
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality. — William Wordsworth Copy Share
